There is also spring for passers-by

Wen Wan never knew that Li Jiaqi already had a fiancé and a boyfriend. Looking at Song Qin's facial features, if he wasn't fat, he would still be good-looking and a handsome guy. But now he is a little too big and is about 1.8 meters tall.

"She mentions you to me every time we go out, but she thinks I'm not up to par and won't let me meet you. Is she saying I'm a family friend?"

Wen Wan couldn't admit it, "No, Jiaqi said she had a very interesting brother from a family friend. He was a white swan when he was young, but he grew up to be an ugly duckling. But she was just the opposite. She was like an ugly duckling when she was young, but she grew up to be a white swan."

Li Jiaqi saw Wen Wan standing on his side.

"Senior Song, everyone loves beauty, and it's normal for Li Jiaqi to have the same."

"I'm trying to lose weight and become more handsome, and she's going to be suspicious again."

Li Jiaqi said: "What nonsense! I didn't do that. Those were just things I did when I was little. We are all grown up now."

Wen Wan pulled Li Jiaqi to sit down. "It's good to talk it out! Losing weight is also related to your physical condition. If it doesn't work, find an old Chinese doctor to see you. It would be better to prescribe the right medicine. Since Jiaqi can accept your current appearance, she will only be happier when you lose weight successfully.

Put yourself in her shoes. If Jiaqi were fat, what would you think of her? Just because she chose to be with you when you were young and at your ugliest, you don't have to worry about her dislike for you when you get older and ugly.

Jiaqi really likes you, so she tolerates you. She asked you to lose weight just because she wants you to get better. "

Li Jiaqi happily hugged Wen Wan's arm and said, "Song Qin, do you hear me? I don't dislike you at all. I just want you to become a better person. You still say those weird things every day. Don't you think it hurts people's feelings? I also have face to save. I just want to take you to meet my best friend after you become handsome."

Many people say to be careful of fire, theft and best friends, but Wen Wan looks at Song Qin with admiration, without any disgust or flattery.

"The next program will be Wen Wan, a freshman from the School of Business majoring in International Business, performing the piano piece 'Spring Blossoms.'"

Wen Wan stood up from her seat, walked onto the stage, and saluted the judges from the Conservatory of Music and the cultural and artistic propaganda cadres of the Student Union selection program. She sat down in front of the piano, danced with her hands, and a melodious song came out, bringing you into a mood like spring flowers blooming.

Song Qin studied art, and his grandfather was an internationally renowned master of ink painting. His eyes lit up, "Li Jiaqi, your best friend is amazing. I didn't expect her piano playing to be so beautiful."

"That's right. Wanwan also studied art since she was a child. She loved art so much, but because of her elders, she chose not to like it and changed her major."

"You become friends with people like you are. Her situation is similar to yours. Are you still thinking about changing your major?"

"If I change my major, my mom will cut off my monthly allowance, but I won't give up on my dream." Li Jiaqi didn't have the courage to change her major, nor did she have the courage to defy her parents. "I'm not as talented as Wanwan in art. She's so talented, but she gave up her favorite major because of her elders..."

Song Qin listened quietly to the sound of the piano, as if he was in spring, seeing the spring sunshine and the flowers blooming.

As soon as the song ended, some people couldn't stop clapping.

The teacher at the music school asked, "Your piano playing is very spiritual. Did you compose this piece yourself?"

"This piece of music is my own creation. It can be played not only on the piano but also on the guzheng. It sounds great. I spent a lot of time on the creation process and revised it countless times."

The teacher at the music school asked, "Can you play the guzheng?"

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"You can play a piece on the guzheng instead."

Wen Wan naturally couldn't conjure up a guzheng, so classmates from the Student Union had already carried a guzheng to the stage. They handed her a box with a roll of fingertape inside. She skillfully stuck her fingers on it and tried a few notes first, pressing down with two fingers, one after another. You could tell whether it was an original creation or not by looking at her familiarity with it.

The two music school teachers' eyes lit up: This is a good seedling for studying music art?

"Why didn't she apply to the music school?"

"We asked around and heard from classmates that the major of international trade was something her family elders asked her to choose."

This was said by Li Jiaqi, who often went to the dormitory to play with Wen Wan.

Once, when Wen Wan was taking a shower, Li Jiaqi chatted with her roommate for a while. Everyone knew that Li Jiaqi, like Wen Wan, had studied art since childhood, and had learned dance, music, and painting. However, when they took the college entrance examination later, they both applied for the majors favored by their elders.

Li Jiaqi spoke of these things with envy, saying, "You're so lucky! You can choose your own major, unlike Wenwan and I, who have to listen to our families for everything. Wanwan likes art, and I like art too, but we can't choose an art major..."

Only then did her roommates realize that Wen Wan had been studying art since elementary school, and she loved art very much, so she played the piano well and danced well. Some people even speculated that she must be able to paint as well, but everyone had heard her play the piano and seen her dance, but no one had ever seen her paint.

The music school teacher sighed, "Parents these days are so overbearing. They don't listen to their children's choices or their own opinions at all. They always force their children to listen to them..."

Teacher B asked, "You have great musical talent. The two pieces you just played are already at the level of a national music competition, and the music is beautiful. Are you interested in participating in the national music competition?"

"Teacher, can I... join in?"

"Of course, Mr. Huang and I can recommend you to participate in next year's International College Students Art Festival on behalf of the school."

"Thank you, thank you, teacher! But I personally would like to participate in the Youth Art Competition. Compared to my musical talent, my artistic talent is better, but I have never had the opportunity to participate in such a competition."

A hint of ice appeared in the eyes of the two teachers.

We encourage you to make you confident, but you actually say that your talent in art is higher than your talent in music.

"The International Arts Festival will be held in March next year. You have a month to prepare. If you want to participate, we can register you."

"Both music and art?"

"Yes, you can sign up."

"A dance competition would be fine too."

"Yes, that's fine."

When the teachers saw Li Jiaqi and Wen Wan's collaboration in Swan Lake, they finally believed that Wen Wan not only had extraordinary musical talent, but also had a high talent in dancing, and had a solid foundation in dancing, which must have been the result of hard study and practice since childhood.

But they didn't see the paintings she painted, they just looked at her talent, which should be right.

After seeing Li Jiaqi's program pass the preliminary selection and be selected for C University's 2019 New Year's Day Gala, Song Qin was very happy.

Seeing that Li Jiaqi and Wen Wan were talking happily, he went back to the Academy of Fine Arts and found his tutor. He said that he saw a junior girl with great talent in art today, who had been studying art since she was a child.